55themes – South Park Craig/Tweek

1) Sports

2) School

3) House

4) Church

5) Store

6) Restaurant

7) Dance Club

8) Dreams

9) Siblings

10) Loyalty

11) Infatuation

12) One night stand

13) True love

14) Food

15) Depression

16) Heart break

17) First encounters

18) My thoughts alone

19) Torture

20) Music

21) Library

22) Death

23) Midnight

24) Pets

25) Rejection

26) Fate

27) Adrenalin

28) Believe

29) Vacation

30) Alone

31) Haunting

32) Reincarnation

33) Success

34) Rituals

35) Non-stop fighting

36) Teasing

37) Arousals

38) Missing you

39) Too late

40) War with myself

41) Forsaken

42) At what cost

43) Wait for you

44) Twilight

45) Memories

46) Illness

47) Comedy

48) Poem

49) Inner thoughts

50) Computers

51) Secrets

52) Rain

53) Mischief

54) Wild

55) Suicide

Theme thirty, twenty-two and Theme fifty-five. Alone, Death and Suicide

I was alone. Tweek had left and now I was alone. I'm such a pitiful being, I drove him away.

I didn't mean to do it. I was just so stressed and Tweek was just there.

After everything happened I told him he could leave, but I didn't think he'd actually do it. He told me he would always be by my side, through thick and thin. I guess that didn't apply to this situation.

God dammit! How could I do that?! He asked me to stop but I just kept going, not listening to a word he said, and afterwards... I'm a horrible person.

I raped him, I was stressed and I raped him, for no reason at all, and now he's gone, leaving me all alone in this cold and dark apartment.

"I'm sorry..."

That was all I could say to him after I told him he could leave. I didn't stop him when he put his clothes in his bag and meekly said he was going to stay at his parents' house, I didn't get done on my knees and beg him. It wasn't my nature, although right now, I would probably do it. I would kiss his feet and do everything he asked me to do if he was still here. But he's not.

I get up off the couch and walk to the small kitchen. The clock on the wall says its seven o'clock, we would be sitting down and eating dinner right about now.

I open the drawer and pull out our sharpest knife. A knife that Tweek used to cut up hard, raw meat. I was probably jumping the gun, but I didn't care. Tweek was gone and was probably never coming back to me.

I placed the knife where my heart was located, taking deep breathes. Tears were forming in my eyes. I was brought into this world alone, and I would leave it alone. I had already written a note to Tweek in case he came back, but like I said, he would probably never come back.

I pushed as hard as I could, feeling the knife go through my chest, blood coating the handle. My body fell to the floor as I heard the front door open.

"Craig? Are you here?" It was Tweek's voice. He came back!

"Tweek..." My voice gargled with blood, but Tweek heard me, I could hear his footsteps come closer to the kitchen.

"My god! Craig!" He ran over to me, his face filled with worry. "What did you do?! Why?!" He was starting to cry too.

"I didn't... think you'd come back... until tomorrow..." I said, smiling lazily. "I'm so... sorry... for what I did... I deserve to die... But... I want you... to know that I'll... always love you, Tweek..."

My sight was starting to fade and Tweek was starting to panic, clutching my hand and saying 'no' over and over again.

"Craig! Don't you dare die on me!" He was reaching up towards the counter, to grab the phone and dial 911, but I stopped him.

"They won't get here in... time... So why... try, love?"

"I don't want you to die, please, Craig!"

"Heh... even when I'm dying... the only thing I can... think of is how... cute you look while... crying..."

That was it. I couldn't see him anymore. I couldn't move or speak. I was dead. I guess I didn't really die alone after all.

I'm drifting in the dark, and while I drift, I think to myself; 'What if I had waited longer? What if I had just a little bit more patience and at least waited until the next day? Would he have still shown up?'

Dying isn't so bad, when you find out in your final moments that you're forgiven, but I feel horrible for leaving him to face this world alone. I can only hope that he moves on from me and finds happiness.